Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 233 Five Hundred Times

The outlines of the scene were constantly being pulled away, the colors faded, the textures dissipated, as if only a blur was left.

But at this moment, in each other's sight, each other's face is extremely clear.

The five fingers with pale joints and exposed joints were clenched into bloody fists.

——Then, punch.

This punch was so pure that it completely abandoned the so-called skills. The woman just clenched the strength in her five fingers and used a pure straight punch to blast out the murderous power!
But it's ahead.

There was the same punch, coming at him in the same way!

Song Shi laughed wildly, without any intention of dodging, and punched straight at the opponent -

Fists collided with each other, and knuckles collided with each other!
Under the horrific impact, the exposed bones burst and tiny bone fragments flew in the blood.

Before there was even a moment to catch their breath or pause, the next punch from both sides struck out again.

Hit again, bump again, blast again!

Yu Jiyi's hair fluttered in the strong wind. She stood straight, with tears overflowing from the depths of her crimson pupils and flowing across her face, an unprecedented smile of satisfaction.

Both parties stood firmly in place, like climbing mountains, not retreating a single step, not avoiding a single punch. In this close proximity, all the killing power had been integrated into the "fist", turning into a storm so fast that it was blurry, roaring towards each other.

——In this spiritual world that transcends reality.

The only thing they can do, and the only thing they want to do, is to use their own "will" to overthrow the opponent's "will"!
One hundred punches.

Three hundred punches.

Four hundred punches.

——Five hundred punches!

The strong wind came to an abrupt end. The fists that had collided with each other hundreds of times in a very short period of time stopped for the first time. Song Shi and Yu Jiyi were still standing in the same place, neither retreating nor moving forward. They were so close that they could see each other's faces clearly.

After a while.

Yu Jiyi slowly loosened the five fingers of one hand and gently touched her cheek.

She stroked for a few breaths, exhaled gently, then raised her head again and looked at the young man in front of her.

To be precise, it is the other person's pupil.

From the reflection in her pupils, she saw her own appearance for the first time.

In the blood and light, the woman stood there, she looked so perfect, no matter how strict the standards were, no one could deny her charm at this moment. In those deep red eyes, the soul-stirring luster flowed, restrained and revealed at will.

"Five hundred punches?" she said.

Song Shi nodded.

"How many more punches can you throw?" she asked again.

"Who knows?" Song Shi laughed softly: "I also want to know how far I can go."

"Is that so?"

Yu Jiyi nodded.

Suddenly, a slight sound was heard.

The hand that Yu Jiyi was pressing on her cheek trembled slightly.

Snap.

As if broken ceramics, a slight crack suddenly appeared on the woman's face, and it slowly spread in a winding manner towards the surrounding area. The face that was perfect a moment ago, in an instant, felt fragmented.

"I lost." Yu Jiyi sighed sadly, "I'm not willing to accept it." "Haven't you seen the 'self' attitude you wanted?" Song Shi said in a gentle tone, with relief: "Why are you still not willing to accept it?"

"I don't approve of this kind of 'self'."

The woman wiped her face. The feeling of wiping was not good under the cracks that burst out. It even caused a slight stinging sensation due to the bumpy surface.

She succeeded and failed.

In the recent collision, the pure "wills" of both sides collided with each other, trying to annihilate each other. Even he himself had never thought that even if all the sharpening effects of the past devourers were added together, it would not be as good as what happened just now.

From this unprecedented tempering, the existence called "Yuji Instrument" has blossomed with unprecedented brilliance.

——That is a more brilliant "self" than what one has ever pursued.

"But I still lost to you." Yu Jiyi glanced at his chest, then looked into the young man's eyes: "What I want is a self that no one can reach, an absolute self, a 'self' that is not inferior to anyone else."

"Honestly." The woman seemed to try to calm her breathing. She pinched her brows and said, "This is more painful than any other way of losing."

"Isn't this your own choice?"

Song Shi looked a little nonchalant: "You gave up the real fight and chose to set up the battlefield here, turning everything into a simple clash of 'wills'."

--【soul】.

After all the spirit servants on his back were burned to death and he was no longer restrained, his spiritual power reached the peak of the second ring. However, with this peak spiritual power, his opponent did not choose to fight in reality, but instead pulled Song Shi into this spiritual world.

The “fighting” not long ago was just an external appearance, an external form of expression, their true essence.

It's just a pure collision of "wills".

"Without the assistance of the spirit servant group, even if my spiritual power will be more outstanding in the short term, my actual combat power will decline." Yu Jiyi shook her head and denied the other party's statement: "Even if I can still delay with the power of the [Demon], it can only delay, which is meaningless."

"Discard all other factors and turn the battle into a pure clash of 'wills'. This is the tactic with the highest chance of winning." She paused for a moment and then said slowly, "Besides, I also want to try this once."

"It's a very correct idea, but it's a pity." Song Shi praised, but shook his head: "Sometimes, being correct does not necessarily mean success."

There was a brief silence.

Yu Jiyi let out a breath again.

It can be seen that in just a moment, the cracks have spread from the face to the torso.

——Those five hundred times of fighting without retreat or avoidance.

The original stone named "Yuji Instrument" was polished to the limit, but after that, it was shattered. She had reached the limit of endurance, but the opponent could still continue to punch, shattering the "will" contained in her, which could no longer be polished.

The woman's expression was changing, as if she was unwilling, and also angry.

There just isn’t any so-called “relief”.

After a long time, Yu Jiyi once again looked down.

Between the ribs under the breast, a hand sank into the blurred flesh and blood, and the knuckles of the white bones had touched the warm and throbbing feeling in the deepest part.

——That is a symbol of one’s defeat.

In the final blow, the opponent smashed his fist head-on with a gesture that would not tolerate disobedience. In the next moment, his five fingers tore open the flesh on his chest, crushed his ribs, and grasped his heart, or "will", in his palm.

At some point, the young man stopped smiling.

He looked calmly at the person in front of him. At that moment, the latter looked like a completely broken ceramic doll that was barely glued together.

Song Shi said:
"Do you have any last words?"

(End of this chapter)